Weathering the storm

The ocean is not far from my house.
I like to go out at night.
The moon shines bright,
on you.

That's where I last saw it,
before its sailed away.
It was like it was flying,
I imagine I was falling,
I was falling and,
there was nothing I can do.
Falling for a moment.
For you.

The rain picked up,
everyone soaking, drenched.
I stand planted in the sand,
waiting for the stars to shine.
They will come soon.

Weathering the storm.

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A memory from a different life.